[Nothing beats a smooth cup of coffee late at night when they aren't supposed to be drinking it at all. Somehow, that's when it tastes best. Not that Frank drinks his coffee for the taste but these days he seems to have more luxury to do just that. The fact that he never lets the pot sit too long or burn is a testament to how much he actually cares about a good cup.

He feels better once she starts to shrug off her coat and at least try to relax a little. Frank can't blame her for being tense. The last time he dropped on her rather abruptly and now the tables have turned. He hopes to offer her the same kind of selfless help she'd shown him... even before she really knew him.]

A while. Couple weeks after we last saw each other, I left the city.

[New name. New identity. It's done him some good in his time away, even if it feels a lot like running at times.]

I always planned on coming back eventually. Just needed some... time.

[The coffee machine roars to life and then the sound dies down, ending the brew. He pushes off the counter to pour them each a mug-full and brings hers over.]

Can't remember how you take it. Do you want any milk or sugar?